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It's been An Emotional Day.My husband got The Call.Found out his MRI results from Monday. Stage 3B. Chemo and radiation first.For 6 weeks. Surgery second. After an 8-12 week wait.While the chemo keeps working. It's late now. Our boys are tucked in. My youngest wanted to cuddle at bedtime.I climbed into the top bunk. He snuggled in close.I started to cry silent tears.But he knew. He asked if I was sad. I replied, "Just a little scared". He said, "It'll be OK. Just let it out. In one big gush of air". Sweet almost 8 year old boy. So wise and worldly.He knows his mother well. Still fighting back.The waves of emotion.

On June 8, 2011, my husband took this photograph of Atlantic Ocean waves on a public beach, in Isle of Palms, SC. Just one week ago today.

Thank you, Jen and my sweet sister, Sarah, too. Tonight is better. I'm giving credit to The Fireflies and the way he tossed the invitation to me over his shoulder as he walked out the front door and said with a grin, "Hey, Mom, wanna go catch some fireflies with me?" You bet. That slim little moment and the time together In The Dark of the backyard helped settle and calm the storm within. Love, Janean